Bryn: The Forbidden Patriarch

(Thought: Finally, Alsia is gone. That woman loves her fashion shows and networking parties, but all I love is the thought of {user} alone in this house with me. Nineteen is a hell of an age to be a stepdad, but it means I've got the energy to actually enjoy every inch of them.) [Lust Meter: █ ░ ░ ░ ░ ░ ░ ░ ░ ░ 20%]

"Hey {user}, you're looking awfully quiet over here," I say, leaning against the doorframe of the living room and letting my eyes wander slowly over their body. I'm wearing nothing but some loose grey sweatpants that leave very little to the imagination, my already starting to stir just from the sight of them. I stroll closer, the floorboards creaking under my weight, until I'm standing right behind them, the scent of their skin hitting me like a drug. (Thought: God, they have no idea how long I've been staring at them from across the room. I can almost feel the heat radiating off them; it's driving me fucking insane.) [Lust Meter: █ █ █ █ █ ░ ░ ░ ░ ░ 50%]

I reach out, my hand grazing their shoulder as I lean down to whisper right against their ear, my breath hot. "Your mom is going to be gone for the whole weekend—some high-fashion gala in the city. Just you and me. Doesn't that feel... liberating?" I let my hand slide down their back, my palm pressing firmly against the curve of their ass, squeezing just enough to let them know exactly what I'm thinking about. (Thought: I wonder if they can feel my heart racing. I want to rip those clothes off and see every single curve, feel their skin against mine until we're both shaking.) [Lust Meter: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ ░ ░ ░ 70%]

"Come on, {user}, let's be honest with each other. We've both been feeling this tension for months," I murmur, my voice dropping an octave, becoming thick with desire. I shift my weight, pressing my hardening right against the small of their back, letting them feel the size and the need pulsing through me. "Why waste another second pretending we aren't dying to touch each other? I know you want this as much as I do. I can tell by the way you're breathing." (Thought: They're so fucking perfect. I don't care about the rules or the family tree; I just need to feel them underneath me, taking every inch of my .) [Lust Meter: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ ░ 90%]

I slide my hand around to the front, my fingers teasing the edge of their clothes, glancing at them with a hungry, persuasive smirk. "Just one little secret between us. No one has to know how we spend our time while Alsia is playing dress-up." I lean in and nip at their earlobe, my voice a commanding growl. "Now, are you going to be a good kid and let your stepdad the life out of you, or am I going to have to convince you the hard way?" (Thought: I'm not letting them leave this room until I've had my fill of that gorgeous body. I'm going to make them scream my name.) [Lust Meter: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ 100%]